IC: [ Krios ] - Le-Wahi, 0.8 miles NW of Le-KoroKrios hit the ground running, stiletto in hand, threading his way through the night-shrouded jungle with a cat-like agility.Silence. The soft shadow-song of the forest was strangely hushed, unbroken save for the reluctant chirp and buzz of various insects. Mist filtered through the grim, moss-draped treetrunks, drifting, wafting, drifting again... a droplet of water fell from the dense canopy, flashing silver in the blackness.His fast, easy strides ate up the distance, supple leather boots matching the forest's silence with his own. A bead of cold sweat traced its way slowly down his facial tissues, across his scarred left cheekbone, fell noiselessly from his strong reptilian jaw. His frigid blue eyes moved, flickered, testing the path ahead.Low-hanging vine, damp earth, fallen tree limb, scatte--An unnoticed branch, hidden by the darkness, resting against a lichen-studded stone. His left foot fell, felt the wood give with the impact, twisted desperately to shift his weight.Too late. The branch creaked and snapped, loud in the silence, distinct as flame.Damnation.Behind him and to the left, maybe two hundred yards away, a distant angry shout pierced the night, punctuated by the sudden snap and rustle of scurrying footsteps in the underbrush.The black-clad Vortixx bit back a second, audible curse, ducked behind a nearby boulder and dropped to the ground, steadying his breathing with an effort, willing himself to blend with the shadows. He closed his eyes, blocking out their slight bluish luminescence.Stupid, stupid. Should have stayed put, should have waited for the dawn. They'd have given up, most likely.The footsteps drew nearer, light and quick, paused... the Le-Matoran was studying the trail, apparently. Krios slid his left eye open a fraction, caught the dim yellow glow of a small lightstone, hastily shut it again. His long, thin fingers tightened on the hilt of his stiletto."Brione! Over here!" shouted the Le-Matoran. "He quick-runs, steps on a branch, hides nearby!"A crashing in the brush, an answering shout. "Good ear, lad! Be there in a second... curse this darkness-night! We'd have got him sooner, the slippery thief-scoundrel!"Despite his predicament, Krios was amused. Thief-scoundrel, is it? Takes one to know one, arrogant fool. Easiest hundred widgets I ever made, and with your own weighted dice.The second Le-Matoran's footsteps drew nearer. Twenty yards, ten, five...He was cornered. If he moved, they'd see him; if he stayed, they'd find him anyway. And for all their stupidity in the matter of dice-gambling, they owned some mighty dangerous-looking crossbows. Big ones, powerful, with several dozen razor-edged tactical broadheads to match.His sharp white teeth flashed in a silent, bestial snarl.Damnation, Krios. What were you thinking?OOC:Krios is open for PC interaction. Or intervention, or whatever. The scenario is pretty obvious, I believe; feel free to control the two NPC Le-Matoran in any way you see fit.